Alex Band is my new boyfriend. We met at radioshack. He looks like this:

He's the lead singer of the calling. I'm not sure if I like his music, but we are very much in love.

I've recently had exciting adventures, which I wrote about at livejournal. Too much work to post here. I'm busy with Alex and such.

so there I was, sitting in the back room of non-adjectived mike's house with , , , , , and , when I realized life was far far too silly…

normally in brookings we just sit around and realize we all have deadjournals.

1. before leaving Brookings I had a dentist appointment in which I was yelled at for not flossing. moral of the story: the dentist's job is to lower self esteem
2. Panera Bread cinnamon scones are hardcore in a way that St. Cloud is not
3. arriving in Duluth at dusk reminds me why I love that town, meeting Jet in the parking lot outside her campus apartment reminds me why I love those people
4. even four months of sparse contact can't come in the way of friendships. natdoom! and exploring campus at night and scary plastic surgery.
5. U.S.U.Q. (underground student union of queers) desperately needs to buy a house in a year and film a reality sitcom. oh, in England I am destined to meet a boy named Quincy and bring him home with me.
6. telephones are hard. because of this Heather and I must take a trip to Prague.
7. Pizza Lucé is still awesome, even if the dreadhead (whee) waitstaff sucks patchouli. running across the street to the fetus to see a vaguely familiar posse of people is also awesome. especially awesome is staring at Angela in an attempt to steal her soul. Natalie, Bridget, and I (or natdoom, jet, and tofu if you will) rock at picking what time to go to Lucé. I do not rock at parking. We collectively do not rock at walking into the NorShor to see an art show.)
8. Bud remains an undeniably undescribable personality. friendlybadfirstimpressionfacedoom. I dunno. maybe I'll figure it out some day.
9. the gay pride festival is very silly. the gay community scares me in that “oh god I feel ugly does anyone really care or are they just hear to keep up appearances?” trailer park queen lady makes me want to give mankind a beating. hearing origin of love, gigantic, crimson and clover, my sharona (er) become my vagina, amongst other things, caused brain damage in the best way possible
10. once I went to a flaming gay bonfire. this was after getting lost in the woods, going to two wrong bonfires (rainer, you could trap gay people and kill them by setting up a false bonfire!), and then eventually finding the right spot. i text messaged some guy who had text messaged me this summer. all i said was “i can see you” which caused him to walk around looking concerned for the remainder of the night. i frolicked and had hot sex on the beach with natalie and then bridget.
11. maria and taryn are amazing and have an amazing cute apartment in the sky, which is incidentally two blocks behind where natalie lives. halfway between them is where repinski and tony marquadt live.
12. tony still scary. tony now have scarier boyfriend. tony make me march in gay pride parade with natalie. QSU sucks. USUQ rules. ooh… if Jet had been there it would have been a hostile takeover. hehe. as a sidenote, who the hell would be in the parade if they didn't want pictures of them taken or to be on the news? tell everyone, JULIE IS GAY!
13. unadjectived mike's home is full of randomness and random people. much awkward fun was had. greg continues to impress my face. beware the hamster.
14. this joe is a focal point amongst people. i don't know him really, but everyone i know does. he would always be on the bus sundays when i'd go to grace alone to chill. he's currently living with “lucas” who is the other brookings kid at UMD. i spent the summer working at the paper with him. he is following me. one time at a birthday party my sister hypnotized someone to think they were james bond. they attempted to strangle lucas to death. muahaha.
15. new mariatarynland apartment in the sky already has more furniture than other places. sellouts!
16. once I got a voicemail informing the circle was not complete without me. I'm heart you see… greg = impressive, as I said. unadjectived mikeface is captain planet, naturally.
17. I never got to have pie with Mel. sometime in the next few years… queermike is now very blonde and luther (tangerine dream) was quite wasted at the bonfire. I got a kiss on the cheek. I'm so the winner of life.
18. it's hella-awkward explaining to a room of people why you're going to the airport to pick up a boy. what can I say, my life is silly. not quite as silly as driving to said airport with angela. that is a moment I want in a box
19. is very fancy. we had adventures of driving around at 3am on labor day looking for a hotel (not dirty you bastards!). who'd think a tourist town would be booked and more expensive than even Seattle… blargh. I need to see Avenue Q at some point in my life.
20. Amazing Grace on Monday was wonderful. I went with Bridget and lunchMike (one year exactly after I met him, in fact) and then everyone else ever showed up outside. Matty Patty Keane was even working the parking lot with his new diagonal faux hawk. much fancier than I ever imagined a faux hawk could be. I made it through six days in Duluth with no hot action. I'm impressive! I'm still looking for that box Greg talked about to capture the grace moment in.
21. spending the night at Bud's was silly. we played videogames naturally. Bud's cousin called his roommate gay for talking on phone to girlfriend (my new favorite anectdote, by the way). Bud apologized for stupid people. he's a good guy; better than most. to think he was the asshole at orientation that made me dread college and the graphic design program. so much for first impressions. at some point in the night, Bud put another blanket on me (I was out in living area sleeping on futon). he totally wants my bod.
22. Tuesday I ended up at an older gentlemen's house who fixed my camera. the experience reminded me of the old gnome fellow and his wife in neverending story. it was a good time. after that randomosity, I drove to the cities.
23. in Murderapolis I got lost and ended up at a park I once cuddled with a boy on a park bench. that freaked me out so I turned around and found my way to Rainer's. my life is substantially more Xiu Xiu and CFSRed now.

saying goodbye to everyone after just seeing them again for a few days really fuckingtabletennis sucks it is now time to put my affairs in order and pack for the UK. six more nights with the brookings kids and then it's seeya! sigh. what summer?

less than a fortnight and I'll be in England.

soon I shall be in Duluth for a few days

my life is an exciting mess of uncompleted tasks. tonight I was in Barnes and Noble and ran into Karl. then Josh showed up.

it was far gayer than SD had any right to be.

it is possible to be congenial and say hello, even to Josh. who knew? I worry that he has nicer clothes than me, but then I realize he's a terrible person, or was at least. there's more to life than nice clothes.

Vonnegut says the secret to love is to smile a lot and wear nice clothes.

my favorite brown courds now have a giant hole in the butt. c'est la vie. or, more accurately, so it goes.

po-tweet-tweet (good luck exploring the infinite abyss)

Tomorrow (thursday that is, y'all) I embark on a venture of epic proportions. I am going to the dentist for the last time before England! After that, I believe I am taking a brief jaunt to some city once referred to by Gore Vidal as the Venice of Minnesota. Who knows.

teehee.

Duluth tomorrow! England in a fortnight (I'm practising fancy slang early)! I shall be staying with my dear, dear, dear friend Jet Thursday and Friday, so we can stalk pretty punk girls and such. After that I get the boot, and then who knows where I will stay. I have a few options, I just need to make phonecalls and feel awkward. It's practice for scary ambiguity in Britannia. I think staying with Bud for a night or two wouldn't be so bad. Darren and Natalie frighten me a bit, but it's a good sort of intimidation. Perhaps I could call Maria and have lots of hot sex, assuming she has a place. I do not talk to that gorgeous girl as much as I would like to. I might be hiding from Priding (gay like rainbows~!) and going to the cities on Friday to attend the statefair with so that could be fun. If it gets too late, I will just break into Rainer's apartment and defile his futon. Naturally this has not been discussed with him, but bollocks to that! I'm impotent. I mean important.

I think I'm heading back to South Dakota on Tuesday. I might get bored/scared of Duluth and return sooner. Doubtful. I might also hobo it a night or two in the Wal-mart parking lot and get murdered because that's trendy these days. Maybe I'll make poor decisions and end up with the Matthew Patrick Keane fusion tour. I need to buy food or something so it does not cost a fortune to eat for five days.

One time my family and I had a cheap meal of bread and cheese on a park bench in France. It was nifty.

On Tuesday I will probably see about ending my contract with Verizon wireless in preparation for going over seas. No cell phone and driving six hours… how primitive! Our culture is silly. I have no idea how one terminates such things, but it shall be a learning experience.

Me with responsibilty is scary. Me driving momvan to Duluth for several days by myself without guaranteed housing is ridiculous. I'm quite excited. This will be excellent. I also hope to fit in a fourth viewing of Garden State. That movie is splendid.

Less than a fortnight, kids! wow

i saw garden state in minneapolis on saturday night. i was positive my life was changed, but here i am three days later and everything is the same…

i think the problem is i quantify my life in terms of a progress bar. there's an unending to-do list in my head and i feel worthless if i'm not actively crossing things off. if i don't create, i die. my to-do list includes things like burning CDs and making t-shirts, yet i still avoid it like the plague and start random side projects. i think this is why i have so many unfinished tasks, i have to start more so i can finish some. i have a huge stack of legal pads in various states of completion. i get the feeling that if i ever filled all of them, i'd just drop dead.

i'm a bit superstitious about some things.

i want to create a life of beauty and intrigue, but i usually just sit around being bla. i did recently complete the novel duluth by gore vidal, which was amazing. it makes no sense, well, i guess it's more coherent than william s. burroughs, but that just makes it stranger. there's a plot… and characters… and… it's odd. remember that time that the barrios of duluth were set aflame and the hispanic population of illegal immigrants rose up in rebellion? me neither. there's this fictive property you see…

today in an attempt to brainstorm five isms that are important to me, i crafted a list that includes (amongst other things) botulism, journalism, sado-masochism, and communism. i wonder if the professor for this online course has a sense of humor. did i ever mention that i'm finally getting really excited for birmingham? did i mention the reason is a dream? i flew there and was walking the streets of brum (very similar to downtown duluth near superior and canal park) and i arrived at the airport where everyone was waiting. someone tried to get me to give them my bag, but i refused. then my friend emma was leading the group, which is funny because she revels in her incompetence. then i think heather introduced me to a guy who looked a lot like me. i just kinda stared and he was like, “you look like me!” it was true love. who says there's anything wrong with narcisism? hey, there's another ism! *snicker*

i'm currently on the fizone with john . he's a hit with the drunk ladies. i think he doesn't like to partay, if you catch my drift. i'm so three year old sometimes when i've got a free ticket. *cough*

disregard that last unit of text. a moron wrote it. i don't know what else to say. my attention span drifted. everyone should go see garden state, though. i'll be buying the soundtrack soon.